Chapter 29 Sasha
TWENTY-NINE
SASHA
Ibit my lower lip as I gave him my best attempt at a flirtatious smile. The thing was, I wasn’t good at it. I wasn’t used to being openly flirtatious or sexy. I didn’t know how to make a man want me.
I’d spent most of my time with Roman learning how to keep him from knowing I liked him, but the game had changed, and I wasn’t sure how to play it yet. All I knew was that I’d learn.
He didn’t seem amused by my flirting. Instead, his facial expression said he looked pissed, despite the hardness in his pants. He wrapped my hair around his fist, and he gently jerked my head back.
“If I were you, I’d be a good girl and listen. You don’t want to know what I do to bad girls.” His eyes darkened on mine.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “I think I do.”
He let out a deep-sounding chuckle. “Trust me, you’re not ready for that yet.” He nipped my lower lip and released my hair, and for reasons I couldn’t understand, I stood up—hot and bothered, but following direction like he wanted.
After I removed myself from his lap, he stood.
He grabbed the pot holder from the counter and opened the oven.
Reaching inside, he pulled out the cookie sheet with the golden-brown turnovers.
He set the hot pan on the stove top and tossed the pot holder onto the cabinet. “Want ice cream with yours?”
“Of course.”
He nodded toward the cabinet. “Get some bowls down while I get the ice cream.
Within a couple of minutes, we were sitting on the patio, each with a bowl of a freshly baked apple turnover and a scoop of melting vanilla ice cream.
“This is so good,” I said, licking the ice cream from my lip and casting a nervous glance to the edge of the balcony.
He nodded as he dug his spoon back into the pastry. “Good choice on the apple. I haven’t had apple pie in forever. And the ice cream tops it off.”
The night air was cold, but Roman lit a fire in the outdoor fireplace, and the heat was sinking into me as quickly as the turnover was melting the ice cream in my bowl.
“This was a good idea. I’m glad you thought of it,” I said.
He shrugged. “I don’t know about it being a good first date, but we did need the alone time. We really need to figure some things out.”
“What sort of things?”
He took a deep breath before wiping his lips and looking at me. “Things regarding us.”
“I’ve already told you my opinion on the matter.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I know, but have you really thought it through?” He leaned forward and put his bowl on the table. Resting his elbows on his knees, he looked at me. “Have you thought about how your parents would feel?”
I swallowed over the lump in my throat. “I have thought about it, and I don’t think how they feel about it matters. This isn’t about them.”
“It is, though,” he said. “I was married to your sister. I had a child with her, and that child is their grandchild. And you’re their child. Do you really think they’d be OK with us being together?”
“They’ll come around if they don’t like the idea. Eventually.” I put my bowl on the table.
“And in the meantime, you’ll be okay with not having them in your life?”
I frowned. “Who said anything about not having them in my life?”
“There’s a chance that they will have very strong feelings about us being together, and if worst comes to worst, they could disown you.”
“My parents would never do that.”
“What if they do?”
“They won’t,” I shot back.
“Humor me.” He leaned his body slightly so he could lock his eyes with mine. “What if they do? How would you feel about being disowned?”
Just thinking about it hurt.
I shrugged, not wanting to think about it anymore. “I think if my parents did that to their own daughter, I don’t want them in my life anyway. I would never turn my back on my child. I don’t want anyone in my life that would.”
“Alright. What about your friends?”
“What about them?”
“How are you going to feel introducing me to them?” He waited for me to answer, but when I didn’t, he carried on. “I’m practically twice your age. Is it going to embarrass you having to drag an old man to everything with your young friends?”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh my gosh… You’re not that old, Roman. It’s ten years. That’s not twice as much.”
“Maybe not, but I am older, and it’s obvious.”
“You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”
“No, I’m making you realize that this situation is tough. I’m not making it any harder than it already is. It sounds difficult because it is difficult.”
I reached out and cradled his jaw.
“What’s difficult about this?” I stared into his eyes.
“My whole body tingles when I touch you, and I can feel the way I make your skin heat. Whatever’s between us, it isn’t difficult.
It’s the opposite. It’s so simple that I don’t even have to think about it.
I know what I want, Roman. And sure, maybe being together makes other aspects of my life harder, but I don’t care.
I’ve always been told that something valuable is worth the effort.
I wouldn’t be volunteering to make my life harder for nothing. It’s worth it. You’re worth it.”
I tossed my knee over his legs as I took my place on his lap, and his hands moved to my hips, squeezing them as I settled on top. I felt him harden beneath me, and my blood started to boil in need.
I watched as he slowly drank me in, eyes raking over my stomach, chest, and face. He wet his lips before muttering, “So goddamn hard-headed.” Then his mouth slammed against mine.
He didn’t hold back. He didn’t wait for my lips to part.
Instead, he thrusted his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard and fast—almost like he couldn’t get enough.
I melted against him as I gave myself over completely.
I threaded my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him with just as much passion.
My hips started to rock forward and back, and he let out a gasping moan that set my entire body on fire.
With his hands on my hips, he stood and walked me into the house.
He moved through the house quickly and with sure steps. It was like I weighed nothing in his arms as he moved up the stairs and to his bedroom. One second, we were sitting on the patio together, and the next, he was lying me across his bed.
His hips were between my thighs as he ground his firmness against my center.
His hands were busy ripping away clothes and exploring, and his mouth stayed locked on mine, kissing me until it felt like I might suffocate.
When he broke away, I sucked in a gasping breath and felt myself fall back into my body.
Just as my chest expanded, he sucked my nipple into his hot mouth, making my back arch off the bed as a zap of pleasure jolted through me.
The junction between my legs began to throb stronger than ever before. I laced my fingers into his hair, fisting his silky raven-colored strands.
“Roman, I want you,” I breathed out with a whimper, feeling my face warm from my admission.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make sure you get what you need,” he cooed, moving from one breast to the other.
I knew what he meant, and as much as I’d been enjoying all the other things we’d been doing, that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted him. All of him. I wanted him in a way I’d never wanted anyone. And I didn’t want to wait any longer.
“No, Roman. I want all of you. I-In me.”
He pulled back, dark eyes meeting mine.
“Tonight,” I finished in a soft voice.
His angular jaw flexed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “What’s the rush, Sasha? I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.” He offered a sexy smirk as he pulled my panties down my legs.
I pulled my feet free and placed them on either side of him. Even though my body was warming with embarrassment, I kept my knees spaced wide, letting him see every inch of my body that nobody else had ever seen.
“It’s okay to rush for something if you know it’s what you really want. This isn’t a mistake, Roman.” I sat up, putting our mouths only an inch apart. “I want you to take me,” I whispered, pressing my mouth to his. “I want you to fill me. To claim me. To… own me.”
At first, he didn’t kiss me back. His mouth was stiff as he held back the emotions and needs overwhelming him.
Slowly but surely, he started to soften. He began to give in to me. Slowly kissing me back, faster and faster, harder and harder until he couldn’t resist any longer.
He lay me back before his hands moved to free himself of his pants. I rushed to help by yanking up his shirt as he pushed down his pants. Our kiss broke only for a second as I ripped the shirt over his head. The second I tossed it aside, his mouth was claiming mine once again.
His long, thick cock rested against my center as he grabbed my hip. He rocked forward and back, the ridge of his tip rubbing against my sensitive nub.
I whimpered and begged. “Roman… Please? Please…” The words were just a whisper.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied, resting his forehead against mine. The gesture was soft and sweet, but his hips didn’t stop. They continued to rock against me slowly. My arousal was spreading between us, making both of us slick and easier to move.
“You won’t,” I insisted, nipping his bottom lip. “Take me.” I kissed him harder. “Please,” I said against his mouth.
“Sasha,” he growled, the tone telling me that he was still resisting, even if he was getting weaker.
My free hand moved down to wrap around his cock, and his hips stopped as his eyes locked with mine.
“I said, fuck me, Roman.”
His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t speak or make a move as I began moving the tip of his cock to my entrance. I wiggled him up and down, coating his head with my arousal.